Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Spain and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Wire to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Eddi Front,
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Sight & Sound,
Suicide,
Jerry's Kids,
The Velvet Underground,
Pere Ubu,
Erasure,
The J.B.'s,
Mandrill,
The Dirtbombs,
June of 44,
The Dead C,
Tears for Fears,
Visage,
Derrick Morgan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Graham Central Station,
Ronnie Foster,
The Martian,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DJ Style,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Patti Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
Janne Schatter,
The Move,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aswad,
Porter Ricks,
Procol Harum,
Oneida,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Unrelated Segments,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fugazi,
48th St. Collective,
Magma,
Amazonics,
Laurel Aitken,
James White and The Blacks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cecil Taylor,
Letta Mbulu,
Dennis Brown,
John Cale,
Lou Reed,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cramps,
Panda Bear,
John Lydon,
K-Klass,
Bang On A Can,
The Offenders,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.